re: #143 A hollow voice says, Covfefe.

When I was in high school, one of my classmates was driving home late one night (in his “new” sports car that he’d refurbished himself) when he heard a siren behind him. It was only then that he realized that he was going about 120. On a straightish stretch of freeway.

If I were to manage that in Mrs. Fish’s bigger, older Lincoln, I might have a valid excuse. The speedometer only goes up to 85.